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My dream is about a 3 year old boy, who is my son, asking can he go with his dad for the weekend. He's tall for his age. I told him no because his dad was probably doing something with his girlfriend . I called him "Donny" in the dream, short for Adonis. So he says, "Call him." I told him no & he should call him. Then he says, "Please, Mommy!" I dialed his dad's number & he talked to him & told him that I said he was busy with his girlfriend . he was standing in front of me with a black tank top, boxers, & black socks. He says, "No, daddy doesn't have a girlfriend & that he would be there to pick him up. He then says, "Mommy, can daddy spend the night?" I said yes, that's fine. In the beginning of the dream, I was clearly hurt by whatever his dad did to me, but I'm not sure exactly what he did. Clearly, I was in love with my son's father in the dream. When he gets there, I open the door from sitting on the chaise, & he walks in. He is wearing a black hoodie, blue jeans, & black sneakers. In the dream, he is at least 6'4.I could see one of the tattoos on his lower right arm. I knew that he had tattoos in other places, one being on the upper left arm. I looked him up & down, but his face was a blur. I tell my son to go get dressed & he comes out with blue jeans & sneakers on, but he never put on a shirt over his tank top. he asks his dad, "Daddy, can mommy come with us?" I immediately respond no & that we can do something together next weekend. He then begs, "Please, mommy?" His father replies, "Come on baby. Go with us." I get up, get dressed, & we head out. On the way out the door, I ask my son where is his shirt. It was cold outside, & still did not have on a shirt. Finally, I close the door, lock it, & then I wake up from the dream. Recently, I was contacted by an unknown person that says he knows me, so I started talking to him. I have never seen this man before. During this time, I am still having the dream. Three weeks ago, the father of my son's face was revealed to me, & it's the guy that contacted me. Since the face was revealed, I see the mystery guy in the dream. The voice matches, the height, skin complexion, everything. In the dream, I was staring at my son because he looked nothing like me, but identical to this guy. Come to find out, the guy that contacted me is exactly 6'4. I have been having this dream for 6 years. It starts in June & ends in January. No matter what time f day I may be napping, this dreams is always present. I even started pulling letters out of my dream. Unbeknownst to me, these letters collectively make up the dad's last name, which I didn't know until I asked him. Can you tell me what this means?

A tornado is coming towards my house. My whole family plans to hide in the safest room in the house. It takes forever for the tornado to get to my house as I am looking out at the window at it and my family is not scared. Not sure why, but I go outside to do something thinking I have time before the tornado hits, but it hits my house as I am outside. I hold onto the front porch railing as it goes over my house and I end up perfectly fine. It was a big deal I made it through, but my family seems to just be happy and not worried I was outside and just made it through a tornado.

My father who I adore died & we had a wake. He was dead but not in a coffin I could see the bones of his left lower leg but there was tissue on the lateral aspect. He was naked except for his genitals. He had yellow mucous coming from his bowel. It was a happy nightmare. All in colour. There was long green grass in a large cemetery in full colour. I fell in.a grave but was not frightened. He was singing & managed to move to another location. He was always lying comfortably but had yellow mucous bowel movement wherever he had been. He was relaxed and singing. I could not video it so people would see he was alright. I woke up.

I was hiding with my head down and my arms around my two little sisters. We were screaming and crying. In the front of the car was my mother driving. she was wild and her hair was flying through the air. We were driving fast and on the roads and through the air and in the mountains and upside down and the wind was blowing and I knew we were going to die. I was trying to save my sisters. I didn't have he energy to get in the front seat and tackle my mother. I just knew we were going to die and were screaming about it. she was happy and drunk and yelling and showed no fear and was just such a bitch.. she stoopped and walked away while I remained forever scarred.. forever

I was on the edge of a rode where there was a car upside down burning. My mother and father were standing next to it. I saw my aunt which was really nice came to pick me up from the scene took me to my house. She was emotionless. When we entered the drive way the garage door was open and I saw my big bother in the garage fixing his bike.In his hand was a wrench. My aunt and I entered the house but reversed and we left the house going into my aunt's car. Leaving my brother. When we parked i saw she had taken me to a funeral house. When i entered the place i noticed i had in my hand the exact same wrench my older brother had in his hand. I went to a room where there was a lot of people wearing black clothes. I saw there was a black casket and a bunch of flowers around it. I went to the casket to see my older brother which was at the garage was now in the casket. He was dead. His eyes were closed and his hand folded on to each other. Tears started to stream down my eyes. I placed the wrench i was holding under his hands. My two cousins stood next to me looking down at my brother. I turned around the opposite way of the casket and in the distance i saw my brother laughing and throwing his hands in the air. I smiled at him. I looked back at the casket and there was my brother still laying in it. I turned the opposite way of the casket again and there was my brother standing there laughing and pointing. Apparently i was the only one who noticed my brother. then people started to surround the casket. Then when looked back at the casket my brother was laying in was closed. I started to cry again. Tears falling from my eyes in a pattern. The left eye then the right. Then they placed the casket in a wall, and sealed it shut. I rubbed my eyes and when i removed my hands from rubbing my eyes I was back at my house with my two cousins and a male friend of mine. They all were laughing sitting around a table. I started to laugh with them too. But there was no siting of my brother.

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